Kragdon

PART 2: s'Hors'kal and A Whole New World

Note: Hors'kal Healer/Witch Doctor.

Faith scrambled out of Marcus' arms as soon as she had come to her full senses. She didn't know how she knew what his name was, she just knew. Scrambling onto her feet she moved into a defensive stance, preparing for an attack though deep down she knew he wouldn't harm her. But still it was better to be cautious than be caught unawares, Faith had learned that the hard way several times. Though in appearance he looked like a man Faith knew he was so much more than that. It was like the face before her was an illusion and only his eyes revealed his true nature.

They stood there starring at each other, neither moving. They were studying one another; Faith trying to figure out the best way to take him down should he attack and Marcus was wondering what he should do to subdue her without dying. It was then a few minutes later that Marcus did as when he was with any Alpha. He moved his body as close to the ground as possible, and started to growl in that low voice like before in the clearing. 'Okay what the fuck is going on and where the hell am I?' Faith thought when she finally noticed her surroundings and the fact that Marcus was still low to the ground as if he were waiting for her to kill him.

Marcus who had been knocked out of the spell that he had been under a few moments ago before the lady had moved was now standing starring at her, trying to read her. He watched as she moved into the same stance as the night before when she had killed s'Kran'al. He could sense that she was unwary of him and wished to appease her so he did the only thing he could think of. He bowed, as low as he possibly could to show her that she had the power and growled in submission and respect.

Faith had no idea what was going on, at first she thought that she was going crazy or in her case even more crazy. It wasn't that she had no idea where she was or how she got here. To her it looked just like the clearing that she in before but it looked as if the sun had gone down. No that wasn't the reason why Faith thought that she was going crazy. The reason was the fact that the growls that were coming from Marcus sounded close to words. She didn't fully understand it but it almost sounded like he was repeating "forgive my insolence...I beg forgiveness and promise undying loyalty; Oh great Fuyrsha."

Faith who had been starring at Marcus, thinking and trying to take in her surrounding, suddenly started to feel light headed again. She could feel that the wound on her shoulder begin to completely close. She still had no clue what was going on and she desperately wanted answers. Just as she was about to open her mouth to ask the first of many questions that were going through her mind she started to feel herself fall.

Marcus raised his head slowly as he felt her stare bore into him. He could feel her uneaseness and wished to rectify whatever he had done to cause her to be uncomfortable. It was then as he raised his head to look at her that he noticed that she was injured. He hadn't really paid that much attention to her wounds earlier but now that he had he could tell that she was close to joining the last Kragdon and Kran'al in the next life. Not even thinking about how one should act with or in front of someone with a high position in royalty, he rushed to her side catching her a second before she collapsed. Not even thinking about anything else but getting her the help that she needs he started running towards his home where the rest of his kin were waiting for him. He was supposed to stay in the other world to report what had happened with the Kran'al and the stranger while the others traveled home before the portal had closed.

Upon arriving near the cave entrance that he lived at he took one last look around to make sure that they weren't being watched and ran to the entrance. There he was surrounded by most of his kin. All of them asking questions as to where s'Kran'al was and what had happened after they had left. The ones who had noticed the girl in his arms had quieted and the one who hadn't kept pestering him. It was only when he had shouted for s'Hors'kal that silence surrounded him as everyone got a good look at her. It was only when they noticed the smell of blood and the bite mark in her left shoulder that they gave him a questioning look. It only took him to say one word before without hesitation they all bowed low to the ground and let him pass to go to the healer.

Running faster than he had ever thought he could before he stopped at the tent entrance to s'Hors'kal and without thinking twice about it entered to where Sar'ah was writing at her desk. As he entered Sar'ah's head rose to see what was going on. As soon as she saw Marcus standing there with a bleeding woman in his arms she immediately stood up and started to parade him with questions as to what had happened and who this woman was, while she had him place her on the bed that she used in the corner of her tent.

Getting the story out of Marcus was harder than she thought but when she finally had it all she had already had patched up most of the wounds that hadn't already healed and was working on stitching up the bite mark on her left shoulder. When she was done she started to lecture Marcus about duty and protocol and why hadn't he brought this girl to her sooner. He was lucky that he had got to her when he did or else s'Fuyrsha would have died and then they would have had to go back to that world and search for her heir if she in fact had one. That was unless they wanted to be overthrown by their neighboring kingdom and be treated like slaves to the hunters.

After much insistence and reassurance that nothing would happen to the new s'Fuyrsha Sar'ah had finally gotten Marcus to leave. As soon as he left she sat down in a chair opposite her patient and studied her closely she could tell already that the girl was going to be alright and judging by the condition that she was brought in she could tell that it had been much worse a few hours ago. She didn't know what type of creature this girl was but she could sense that she was kin to her and the others also that she had a completely different chemical makeup. Sar'ah knew that the next full moon when this girl changed she would be unique compared to the rest.

Getting up out of the chair that she was in and going back to her desk to write in her journal Sar'ah made sure to keep an eye on the girl and record everything that she had been told and everything that she noticed from the injuries to the most shocking piece of information that she had found earlier on the girl's right arm. When she had been examining her she came across something that she hadn't seen in years. This girl whoever she was, was marked as that of a slave and not just any slave but one who was born in slavery and taught at an early age what her worth in life was. She was a runaway from the looks of her. From the scars that hadn't healed on her back she could tell that the girl had had a very hard life and survived more than one could put in there imagination.

Watching her from the corner of her eye Sar'ah felt herself dozing lightly in and out of sleep as she was writing. Finally two pages later she decided to go to sleep. Getting up from her desk she slowly and quietly made her way to the other bed in a far corner near the fire thinking that her patient would be out for another few hours, she fell promptly to sleep. What she didn't notice was that her so called patient's eyes snap open.

Faith woke up feeling warmth surround her. Her senses seemed to have come alive, she could hear a crackling fire next to her and another person breathing heavily in the distance she could her kids laughing, people talking in a language she understood but couldn't really wrap her brain around. Taking a deep breath she thought she could smell green tea cooking. 'Tea!' Snapping open her eyes she bolted upright into a sitting position thinking that the council had caught her. The first thing that she noticed was that she wasn't chained and that her injuries had been bandaged and stitched up.

Looking around at her surrounding, she noticed that she was covered in the softest fur that she had the pleasure of feeling and that she was lying in a bed, she saw a wooden desk with a book on it in one corner, a bed in another with someone sleeping in it and a fire pit in the middle with a fire in it burning bright and warming what she had deducted was a tent that had more furs hanging from a rope from the ceiling, and low an behold in a black pot over the fire was a batch of green tea.
Looking down at herself to check how well she was fixed she soon took notice that she was as naked as the day she was born. Swinging her legs out of the bed she stood and stretched her limbs while keeping her senses open to everything around her. She had learned early in life better to be cautious than dead. Looking for her clothes she noticed that her tank top was torn in shreds and had probably been cut of her body. 'Oh well' she thought 'didn't really like that shirt anyways.' When she found her pants though she was far from happy or indifferent towards it, she was pissed off, "Shit these are my favorite leathers, man look at what these motherfuckers did to them they don't even look recognizable now," she said in a quiet angry voice with a pout on her face. Putting them down and starting a new search for something in what her mind she thought was decent to wear. The only thing that she had found was a dress and a pair of boots that seemed to fit perfectly on her though the dress was a little puffy and reached down to her feet it was still something to wear as she went exploring.

Exiting the tent when she had finished dressing, Faith found her self in what looked like a medieval village with all the trimmings there were houses and tents little farms kids running around cats running through alleys there was even a lake in the distance. In the middle of it all she saw benches and venders selling there wares. Walking down the path that lead from the tent that she had just exited and towards the middle of the town where it seemed most everyone was, she noticed that all the people she passed were starring at her, children would stop there play the women would stop talking and like always in her life the men would stop and gawk at her. Though she paid that no mind she just continued walking until she came across a bench were upon that bench a little girl was sitting all by herself. For some reason Faith felt drawn to this little girl it was as if they had a connection one similar to the one she would feel when ever her B was around.

The girl seemed to be about seven or eight and looked as if she hadn't seen a bath in a while. She had smudges on her face that Faith assumed was from playing in the mud. As Faith approached her the girl seemed to get scared almost like she was waiting for something horrible to happen to her. As the girl looked at her she noticed that she had brown eyes and long light brown hair. She could see in the girl's eyes that she was terrified, of what Faith had no clue but she guessed that it probably had to do with her. Slowing down just a bit Faith approached the girl with caution. Sitting down next to her when she had reached her; Faith and the girl sat there not speaking just watching the crowd as it passed by sometimes pointing at them while speaking in low growling voices. Sometimes it almost sounded as groups of children were passing by that they were purring at each other.

Finally giving into the silence that had surrounded her and the girl Faith asked "What's your name?"

After some hesitation the girl answered in a small voice "... Dawn."